This is the new gilded age. I am happy
for my stack of pennies, a new used car,
a tax bill with my name on it, coffee
straight from the pot each morning.
The mountains here rise
at a very walkable angle.
There are plenty of seats on the summit.
You can see the dark clouds amassing
from miles away. I had a big wedding.
I’ve stood beneath a waterfall.
I put my arms around my family
in the Christmas photo.
Everything is filled with color. If only I had
a cigarette. If only I had cocaine.
The world is on fire.
So this is the end.